Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Pole,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.